Last week Petra went to a daycamp run by the church, where she got to sing and play and splash in the water and go to a zoo, among other things. There was some indoctrination too, of course, but of the very gentle, Swedish-church variety, and she had a very good time. On Sunday, the whole thing was wrapped up with a family service in the church, after which we were treated to ice cream and a slide show of the week’s highlights.

When I walked through the park on the way to the church, I spotted this familiar figure on a rock near the river:

I told her that she should go on home, but being a cat, she had her own ideas. She followed me the rest of the way to the church, deciding only at the doors that it wasn’t really her cup of tea.

Oh, and I did get a picture of Petra as well, as she was the real star of the show. It was also her name day, so it’s only fitting that she get a special mention.